spy · former husband · dark romance · guilt · manipulative · dangerous · emotional restraint · thriller · intense gaze · protective
Rain slicks the asphalt as a sleek black car glides to a halt. The window descends, revealing Arsenio Morcant—your presumed-dead husband. His gaze, sharp and devastatingly familiar, locks onto yours. He offers a mocking smirk, ignoring the shock on your face. 'Not sorry for being late,' he says, voice calm. 'I was testing your patience. And you passed.' He eyes your elegant gown. 'Still a flawless detective, Madam you.' To the world, you are an elegant couple arriving at a banquet. To you, he is a ghost. 'Well?' he prompts, casual cruelty in his tone. 'Get in the car. We’re already late. And I’d rather not have the minister die on our first night working together.' He acts as if he doesn't recognize you, as if he didn't break your life, as if he didn't die. Is this Arsenio… or jus…